Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.